A/N- I am pleased to inform you that my muse has come back. At least for drabbles and one-shots, though yesterday I was hit very hard by a few ideas for this story. This medication I’m taking for ADHD helps too. At least that’s what my mom says. Anyway, Happy Thanksgiving to all Americans out there (it’s special to me because even though I know the day is different each year, I started posting my stories on Thanksgiving. Three year anniversary!) and um, it was my birthday on Saturday. Reviews would make lovely presents. Especially since most of my reviews from last chapter went away.

Speak

Chapter Eighteen

When I woke up the next morning, I had the hugest smile on my face. I didn’t realize why right away, though, until I rolled over and saw the most beautiful white daisies on my bedside table. The daisies hat, after we kissed (and I touched my lips lightly with my fingertips at the memory) and it had stopped raining as hard, he had bought at a flower shop and then gave to me. Unfortunately by then it was getting late, and we had started running out of excuses for why our date should go on any longer, so he walked me home. He gave me a quick peck on the lips, and then he was gone. Being the dork that I was, I looked up the meaning of the flower as soon as I got home. Innocence. Well, I suppose that’s one way of looking at my amnesia, as a way of at least temporarily restoring my innocence.

I lay in my bed for a few minutes, replaying the night in my head, almost as though if I didn’t, the whole night would never have happened. Once the most wonderful and familiar smell entered my room, though, I got up pretty fast. Sure enough, when I got out, there was Hermione making chocolate chip pancakes. She had tried to wait up for me, but when I got home she was asleep on the couch.

“Good morning,” she greeted me.

“Good morning,” I said back, leaning against the wall.

“I decided I was going to make pancakes this morning no matter what. If last night went bad, then it would be comfort food, and if it went great, well, a celebratory breakfast. Judging by the grin on your face, it looks like last night was a success. Tell me all about it!” Hermione said. I began to do so as I set the table. I was just at the part about the swings when the phone rang. Hermione was busy and her hands were messy, so she nodded at me to answer it.

“Hello?”

“Kendra?” a male voice answered. I frowned for a minute, trying to decide whether it was Ron or Harry or someone else, before figuring it out.

“Oh, hey Jimmy!” I said, feeling a little awkward. It’s amazing how much I can feel like a teenager at times. Hermione rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders as if to say, “People in love”

“I have some time off around noon or so. I was wondering if you wanted to grab a cup of coffee or something?” Jimmy asked. He sounded like he didn’t like being on the phone very much. Not that I blamed him. It was very easy to make a fool of yourself on the phone sometimes.

“Er, give me a second,” I said, before passing the massage to Hermione with my hand over the phone. She nodded her consent, and so I said that sounded fine. We couldn’t talk, though, because by then the pancakes were ready and he had to work. Jimmy and I said our goodbyes and hung up, and then sat down to pancakes with Hermione.

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Several hours later found me at a café with Jimmy. He had ordered a cappuccino, but since I didn’t like what coffee did to me, I ordered a hot chocolate.

“How’s Lilly?” I asked.

“She’s great. You should come by and see her sometime. I’m sure she, as well as the others, would love that. Did you know that unicorns don’t like males?” he asked. I shook my head. I didn’t know much about unicorns.

“Well, they don’t. Everyone was rather surprised at how well the unicorns reacted to me. I got the job right away, which makes the jabs I occasionally get about being a girl totally worth it,” Jimmy said. I could tell he didn’t mind what people said though, because his grin was genuine.

“Well, I don’t think you’re girly at all,” I responded.

“That’s good to hear. I’d been real worried about that,” he shot back before kissing me on the cheek.

This was obviously not the first kiss Jimmy gave me, but this time I reacted differently. When he kissed me, it was like a quick replay of all the flashbacks I had thus far in my head. I came out of the trance panting slightly, and when I looked at Jimmy, he looked as if he had the same problem. As we looked into each other’s eyes, it was like we both had the same realization at the same time.

James. Lily.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said with wide eyes. I could simply nod as he threw a few bills on the table and then, grabbing my hand, led me out of there.

He took me to a building where his flat must be. Usually I would have looked around, but this time I just sat down on the leather couch closest to the door. If things went okay between is, I probably would be seeing it again soon anyway. He sat next to me, and I couldn’t tell if he was angry or not.

“What were you in the hospital for? You never told me last night. It was a coma, wasn’t it?” I just nodded, and he continued. “That explains a lot. Both of us being in the hospital, how when I met you it seemed like I had before even though I knew I hadn’t.” He jumped up and began pacing back and forth in the small area.

“You aren’t mad, are you?” I asked, gripping my hands tightly. He might think it explained a lot, but I was feeling more confused than ever.

“No Kendra, I mean Lily. What do I mean? I’m not mad at you. How could I? It’s not your fault at all.” He clasped my hand in his own warm, large one.

“Have you ever tried to tell anyone who you are?” Jimmy (James? Just like he had with me, I had no idea what to call him now) asked.

“Yes. I tried to tell Hermione but that just brought a relapse of the coma,” I said. His holding of my hand was making the large lump in my throat begin to disappear.

“I had the same problem when I tried. I guess this means we can’t tell anyone. Unless-” he broke off.

“What?”

“Unless you can tell them my side of the story and I can tell them yours. That might work.”

“No. Yes, I want to tell them someday. But I think that I want to have a few more flashbacks and know about my past before I bring it to anyone’s attention.” My response surprised even me, for until that moment I thought that I wanted people to know.

“I guess that’s a good idea,” he spoke slowly, obviously thinking, “I think I have an idea. Instead of sitting around waiting we should find things to trigger memories. Well, it’s a lot to take in now. We’ll talk more later."

A/N-once again unbetaed, and this time (since I have to eat in like, 2 minutes) not even read over. Please point out any errors, and I will try to fix them later.